Why weren’t we enough?
“I would prefer to have my identity concealed,” I tell Maya. “I don’t want to act as his mate. I don’t want to touch Erik physically. My wolf is a sentient being within me. Despite what we went through, the idea of touching another male is difficult for us.”
“So, you’re going to be alone for the rest of your life?” Maya looks displeased by the idea. “If your ex is so comfortable being with another woman, why can’t you be with another man?”
“I don’t know. I can’t make decisions for my physical body when my wolf is in denial. And honestly, Maya, I have no desire to be with anybody.” I sigh. “I have my son. I have everything I ever wanted.”
“Are you still in love with him?” she asks slowly.
Her question takes me aback. In love with Cedric?
“It’s been eight years,”
